Dancing
This nigga getting popped I don't give a fuck who... holdup
He getting popped I don't give a fuck who watching
Screaming fuck God, bitch nigga come stop me
Say the wrong shit and I'ma knock the vocals out you
Gun longer than a belt, I'm finna whack you
L meant to whack myself, popped a pill, and then forgot to
Bitches on my dick got me feeling handsome
Money calling, she gon' die if she don't answer
Way I grip pole you'll thought I was a dancer
She brought it back, I gripped roll like she a fat one
She sucked the soul out my soul, she a bad one
I ain't no better, bitch I'm gone when that bag come, damn
Gotta pay to see me like I'm held for ransom
Li'l baby In another state fuckin' randoms
If I can't find no adderall I throw a tantrum
If I can't find no x pills, cockin' hammer, damn
I been woke for a week now I'm crashing
Just caught a cute broke bitch but I ain't smash her
Might let her lick the tip and have the hoe bragging
Bitch I'm hard to get for real, I ain't acting
Niggas ain't hard for real I'm finna go and ask him
He speak, turn his ass into a speaker how I blast him
Way the heat hit him he should've turned to ashes
I got too close and now it's blood on my glasses, damn
He getting popped I don't give a fuck who wa. yeah,
He getting popped I don't give a fuck who watching
Bitch I'm God a fuckin' human can't stop me
Say the wrong shit and knock the fuckin' vocals out him
Gun longer than a belt how I whack you
I Meant to whack myself, popped a pill and forgot to
All these hoes on my dick 'cause I'm handsome
Death calling, bitch hurry up and answer
Rollin' up, barely done with the last one
Fuck a new hoe, ain't done with my last one
Niggas ain't hard for real I'm finna ask him
He eat punches, drop 50, now he fasting
Bum bitch I'm a star don't fuckin' grab me
Pop eight at one time, now I'm happy
Used to hate how the pills taste, now they candy
If she got potential I'ma turn her to a baddy
That boy a square he gon' turn the hoe to sandy
Daughter confused she heard a hoe call me Daddy
Bitch confused too, on the road but ain't pack shit
Yeah, you can fuck my bitch but she taxing
Switch on it got it blowing like a Mack 10
Put a pothole in a street nigga jacket
Talking crazy wherever, this ain't no accent
Hop on stage and up pole but I ain't dancing
He getting popped I don't give a fuck who watching
Screaming fuck God, bitch nigga come stop me
Say the wrong shit and I'ma knock the vocals out you
Gun longer than a belt, I'm finna whack you
L meant to whack myself, popped a pill, and then forgot to
Bitches on my dick got me feeling handsome
Money calling, she gon' die if she don't answer
Way I grip pole you'll thought I was a dancer
She brought it back, I gripped roll like she a fat one
She sucked the soul out my soul, she a bad one
I ain't no better, bitch I'm gone when that bag come, damn
Gotta pay to see me like I'm held for ransom
Li'l baby In another state fuckin' randoms
If I can't find no adderall I throw a tantrum
If I can't find no x pills, cockin' hammer, damn
I been woke for a week now I'm crashing
Just caught a cute broke bitch but I ain't smash her
Might let her lick the tip and have the hoe bragging
Bitch I'm hard to get for real, I ain't acting
Niggas ain't hard for real I'm finna go and ask him
He speak, turn his ass into a speaker how I blast him
Way the heat hit him he should've turned to ashes
I got too close and now it's blood on my glasses, damn
He getting popped I don't give a fuck who wa. yeah,
He getting popped I don't give a fuck who watching
Bitch I'm God a fuckin' human can't stop me
Say the wrong shit and knock the fuckin' vocals out him
Gun longer than a belt how I whack you
I Meant to whack myself, popped a pill and forgot to
All these hoes on my dick 'cause I'm handsome
Death calling, bitch hurry up and answer
Rollin' up, barely done with the last one
Fuck a new hoe, ain't done with my last one
Niggas ain't hard for real I'm finna ask him
He eat punches, drop 50, now he fasting
Bum bitch I'm a star don't fuckin' grab me
Pop eight at one time, now I'm happy
Used to hate how the pills taste, now they candy
If she got potential I'ma turn her to a baddy
That boy a square he gon' turn the hoe to sandy
Daughter confused she heard a hoe call me Daddy
Bitch confused too, on the road but ain't pack shit
Yeah, you can fuck my bitch but she taxing
Switch on it got it blowing like a Mack 10
Put a pothole in a street nigga jacket
Talking crazy wherever, this ain't no accent
Hop on stage and up pole but I ain't dancing
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Writer(s): Reject Da Illest
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